World Champion Pretending to Be a Passerby, Beaten by Me at the Age of Sixteen

It is different from the almost overwhelming criticism of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Inside the arena.

Coach Zhou and Mu Fei both opened their eyes wide and focused on watching the two confronting each other on the court.

It seems that I have never been surprised by Su Zhe's grip.

"Are you really sure to use horizontal shooting?" Zhang Yuan asked at last.

"I am used to the horizontal grip." Su Zhe nodded.

Su Zhe, who owns [Master Table Tennis], is not good at pen-hold shooting.

His pen-hold shot is enough to eat Zhang Yuan alone.

But compared to pen-hold shooting, he himself prefers horizontal shooting, which is a wide open and close, do whatever he wants, with great lethality.

"Um, you should serve first."

Zhang Yuan didn't want to bully the small with the big, and took the initiative to throw the ball to Su Zhe.

Su Zhe didn't bother to be hypocritical.

Grabbing the ping-pong ball with his left hand, he stood on the left side of the table and bowed slightly.

then.

Throw the ball up with the palm of your left hand.

Snapped.

A perfect backspin crossed the center net.

Zhang Yuan's strength has to be said, it's really hot.

At the moment the ball was shot, he had already determined the location of the ball.

The muscles were reflexive and picked the ball back.

The landing point is extremely tricky, it is Su Zhe's backhand dead end position.

The horizontal grip is destined to have less flexibility in the wrist than the pen-hold grip.

This has also led to pen-hold grip players being able to use their wrists more to counteract the direction of rotation control, or even direct shots.

Zhang Yuan also knew this clearly, so he wanted to hit Su Zhe by surprise.

Just when he thought that the victory of the ball was in hand, he was ready to celebrate with his iconic fist.

The next moment.

With a clear snap, a white light rushed back quickly and fiercely.

Zhang Yuan stared and stretched out his hand to take it.

But found that the trajectory of the ball is extremely strange and erratic.

boom!

The racket hits the ball.

But it flew high, directly out of bounds.

"One to zero!"

Coach Zhou's suppressed excitement sounded from the side.

"This ball..."

"what's the situation??"

Zhang Yuan stood there blankly.

It was unacceptable for a while.

Su Zhe smiled at his heart when he saw him look dumbfounded.

The pen-hold shooting era is good.

With this backhand twist, you can be cured to death!

Zhang Yuan picked up the ball and threw it to Su Zhe.

"It's careless."

"I underestimated you."

He took a deep breath, squeezed the racket, and stood his footwork.

With a solemn look, he waited for Su Zhe's serve.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

boom!

The two went back and forth, hitting the second round of stalemate.

Su Zhe found a backhand heavy artillery position.

The ball speed is faster than the first time!

Zhang Yuan watched the white light that came so fast, and he was beaten into the air by him.

"Two to zero!" Coach Zhou was a little bit excited.

impossible!

How could I not catch this kind of ball! !

Zhang Yuan looked at the racket in his hand with disbelief.

If he hadn't seen the racket intact, he would almost suspect that there was a problem with the racket.

He was two-to-zero at the beginning, even in the World Championship, he has never been so miserable.

Today, he fell in a small table tennis hall.

The little assistant on the side's face has changed.

Subconsciously want to close the mobile phone live broadcast.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that the sudden interruption of the live broadcast at this moment would only have a counterproductive effect.

It seems that Zhang Yuan has a guilty conscience, a world champion and a middle school student are struggling.

After hesitating, the assistant retracted his hand.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage has exploded.

[Isn’t Yuan in a bad condition? 】

[These two balls were lost too fast. 】

[It shouldn't be. Brother Yuan played two games with the previous coach. It stands to reason that the warm-up is also hot, and the feeling of the ball has long been there...]

[The most important thing is that Brother Yuan warmed up, but the kid just woke up, he went on stage and started to play... This can still lose two goals, it shouldn't be. 】

[It can be seen from these two balls that although the boy is not very old, his level is really good. At least has the strength of the provincial team! ! 】

[The backhand of the horizontal shot looks so handsome! It made me a little bit want to give up. 】

[Brother Yuan, hurry up and adjust! ! If you really want to capsize in the gutter, that's the end of it! ! 】

...

Go to the capital.

State Sports General Administration, Table Tennis Center.

The head of the Table Tennis Association, the head coach of the national team, Liu Zhenliang, is watching several athletes of the national team doing training in the arena.

A slightly fat coach who was in his thirties and was not tall and had a dark skin suddenly ran forward.

"Coach Liu, something went wrong!"

Seeing the anxiety on the face of the fat coach, Liu Zhenliang showed a trace of doubt.

He told a few athletes to strengthen training, and then walked to the rest bench with the fat coach.

After drinking slobber, he asked without haste: "What's the matter?"

"I, eh, I can't tell you a word or two...Let's take a look at this first!"

Coach Weibo clicked on the live broadcast on his mobile phone and handed it to Liu Zhenliang.

"This is... Zhang Yuan?"

In the picture, Zhang Yuan is wearing a hat and a mask and can't see his appearance clearly.

But from his familiar back and his habitual serve movements, Liu Zhenliang recognized it at a glance.

See the score on the side showing 9:0

Liu Zhenliang smiled, "How many times have you said that, you should put one or two balls to the opponent appropriately, how ugly to shave your head!!"

"Zhang Yuan, this kid, he just doesn't recognize him when he plays the ball!!"

"But the state has been maintained. The World Table Tennis Championships will start soon, and he happened to lead the team to get the gold medal back."

Hearing Liu Zhenliang's words, coach Wei Fat's eyes widened.

Stuttered: "Liu, Coach Liu...you, what are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Liu Zhenliang raised his eyes and looked at the fat coach strangely.

"That... Zhang Yuan, he, he was beaten nine to zero!"

"..." Liu Zhenliang was startled slightly, "What international joke are you making?"

He grabbed the phone with a snap, and looked at it seriously.

After a while.

With a bang, the phone fell to the ground.

"The boy who played with Zhang Yuan is from the National Youth Team?"

"no."

"Which provincial team champion is that?"

"Neither."

"Then who is he??"

"It seems to be one, a coach in an ordinary arena..." Coach Wei Fat swallowed and whispered.

"..." Liu Zhenliang fell into silence.

Soon, he picked up the phone again.

Staring straight at the live broadcast, the second game just started.

"This boy... the basic skills are terrifying!"

"I have never seen such a violent horizontal beat."

Liu Zhenliang watched the game while analyzing it.

"The advantage of pen-hold shooting was originally in the handling of the ball in the table... This boy, however, has reduced the handling of the small ball to the limit..."

"His backhand twist is fast and accurate, which puts a lot of pressure on Zhang Yuan..."

"Zhang Yuan has deliberately avoided hitting the ball back into the opponent's backhand area... but it is still useless."

"The opponent's anti-circle ball is mainly used to prevent the ball from the counter-regulation... and then to change the drop point... With this hand alone, Zhang Yuan has to run all over the stage, complaining and complaining."

"After two games, Zhang Yuan was at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength and efficiency."

Seeing that Zhang Yuan lost cleanly in the second game.

Liu Zhenliang's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help sighing, "What a great boy!"

"Coach Liu, Zhang Yuan is a world champion, how could he lose to such a little-known boy..." the fat coach said.

"Zhang Yuan was not wronged!" Liu Zhenliang shook his head.

Decisively: "He has never met such an opponent before, and he is even more unfamiliar with the horizontal shot. Although this ball is lost, Zhang Yuan will soon become stronger!!"

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